Si Mingri's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard, and the mechanical spider that silently infiltrated the room and his perfectly timed knock on the door plunged everyone inside into a brief silence.
Song Sanchuan was completely flustered. He was thinking about whether they had said anything they shouldn't have, or revealed any information that the people of this world shouldn't know.
However, the expressions of Niu Baiwan and Ma Chenggong, two soldiers who looked honest and kind, suddenly became sharp and serious at this moment.
They all looked at Xie Tianlang, as if waiting for some instructions.
Meanwhile, the brown-skinned savage who couldn't speak human language had already sneaked up to the side of the gate. The sharp dagger Xie Tianlang had given him was pressed against the door, ready to attack anyone who entered as soon as the door opened.
The atmosphere was clearly somewhat dangerous.
Xie Tianlang wasn't as wary as the other four; in fact, he looked at the mechanical spider with a hint of interest.
Not just anyone could create such a mechanical listening device that he couldn't easily detect.
It is clear that in any world there are formidable geniuses and strong individuals, and we should not be complacent.
He looked at Gou Fugui, his eyes asking a question.
After all, the only people in this room who knew Si Mingri were the wealthy and beautiful women.
At this point, he could easily go out, grab Si Mingri, and force him to interrogate him. But from Si Mingri's self-introduction, it was clear that this kid was probably very important to this world and was no pushover.
Gou Fugui was also startled for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and even rolled his eyes at the sky.
Under the watchful eyes of the people inside, he strode to the door and opened it, whereupon he saw a young man in a wheelchair, his expression composed yet slightly arrogant.
"You confiscated that mechanical spider of yours."
"Anything that comes into our house uninvited is ours."
"And don't do this again. If you have any questions, you can ask directly. Whether we tell you or not is our business. But eavesdropping will not only lower people's goodwill, but may also cause very bad results."
For example, I could lift you out of your wheelchair and make you stand facing the wall as punishment, or spank you, understand?
Si Mingri frowned as he looked at Gou Fugui with the same look that a wayward teenager had given him: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"
Otherwise, how dare he lecture him?
"I said I was the creator of the first four generations of Golden Liquid. Do you understand what that means?"
Gou Fugui blinked at the arrogant young man, whose personality was clearly problematic and whose values and understanding were probably lacking. "Does that mean you're a genius?"
Just as Si Mingri was about to nod, he saw the young man opposite him reveal a mocking expression that could attract countless zombies: "But what does it matter to me that you're a genius?"
"Besides, when I judge people, I don't look at anything else; I value character above all else. If someone has good character and treats me well, then they're my brother! Everything else only matters a little bit."
Si Mingri once again failed to get the response and answer he wanted from Gou Fugui.
If it were the person he used to be, and someone dared to speak to him like that, contradict him, deny him, or even look down on him in some way, he would have immediately become angry and given that person a profound lesson.
But now, looking at Gou Fugui's expression—which was utterly devoid of respect or flattery yet strangely genuine—Si Mingri pursed his lips and ultimately did not get angry.
But the stubborn genius refused to admit defeat: "Character is something you can't see or touch. How can you be sure if someone is good or bad? And just because someone is nice to you, does that mean they are good to you?"
Si Mingri's face revealed a very obvious sarcasm: "People who are good to you may seem to be doing their best for you on the surface, but they are secretly plotting against you all the time."
When they start treating you exceptionally well, that's when they'll start plotting against you.
Gou Fugui looked at the boy's stubborn yet mocking gloomy face and suddenly grinned.
"Looks like you've been ripped off pretty badly?"
Before Si Mingri could erupt in anger at those words, the long-haired youth suddenly reached out and patted the boy's head, smiling as he watched the boy's increasingly furious gaze:
"Then you can rest assured in front of me."
"I may not be nice to you, but I will never scheme against you behind your back."
"I'll settle any scores on the spot."
The boy in the wheelchair wasn't comforted, but inexplicably he no longer felt angry.
He even felt that his brain might have been distorted by this long-haired guy, and he actually felt that it was already quite good that the guy wasn't nice to him or plotting against him behind his back?
"You can know a person's face but not their heart. You think you can just say you won't scheme against me? I'm the most amazing genius in the world."
In the end, the wheelchair-bound boy still made a comment, but he didn't wait for the long-haired youth's reply and simply pressed the button to move his wheelchair forward.
At this point, Lao Niu and Lao Ma had returned to their previous gentle and honest demeanor, and even poured a cup of hot water for Si Mingri on the coffee table.
The savage boy was also pressed onto the sofa by Xie Tianlang, who prevented him from brandishing the knife at the wheelchair-bound boy.
Si Mingri looked at the people in the living room, his face showing no fear, as if he were completely unafraid.
“I only came here after I saw your plane. This is one of the ten long-range combat aircraft that Sanchez values most, and it would not normally be in the hands of anyone else.”
“I have a grudge against Sanchez. Whenever I see his plane, I have to come and check on things.”
"Now it seems we shouldn't be considered enemies."
After Si Mingri sat down, he directly explained why he had come here, which was also a disguised explanation for his eavesdropping.
However, he quickly focused his attention on the brown-skinned savage sitting on the sofa, still on guard, and finally chuckled.
"Red hair, brown skin, gray eyes. The patterns painted on his face and body symbolize the sun and the moon, as well as... flowers."
The skin showed signs of excessive sun exposure, and judging from its condition, it likely lived in a dense forest near the equator with ample sunlight.
Judging from the animal skins he wore and the weaving techniques on his wrists, only the Rames tribe, deep in the Chiara forests of Africa, who are known as the guardians of the sun, moon, and nature, could match his entire demeanor.
"...I've been searching for the origin of the golden flower for so long, and it turns out it's in Africa."
Si Mingri's laughter turned into a self-deprecating laugh tinged with anger.
"And all I've been doing is researching the rainforests of South America!"
Sanchez had indeed completely deceived him.
Gou Fugui, Xie Tianlang, and the others watched Si Mingri mutter and chuckle to themselves for a while, and now all five members of the Earth team felt a touch of sympathy for this genius young man.
Look how badly the child has been deceived. He was clearly the creator of the first four generations of liquid gold, but the world only knows Sanchez.
Not only were their research findings taken away, but their brains were also nearly damaged.
This is a true genius capable of creating such a miraculous potion as Liquid Gold.
So when Si Mingri finally snapped out of his anger and frustration, he looked up and saw that five of the six people opposite him were holding a glass of water and looking at him with strange, pitying, or even... affectionate? eyes. It almost made the hairs on his body stand on end.
Just then, the young man next to him saw everyone raising their teacups to look at the boy in the wheelchair. Feeling that he couldn't be left out, he also reached out his smooth, shiny brown hand and picked up a glass.
Si Mingri: "..."
These people are toxic!
He must be out of his mind to want to come here!
Fortunately, the wealthy and beautiful man knew how to lend a hand and offer a helping hand. He pushed the last cup of hot water on the table toward Si Mingri, his tone unusually gentle:
"You guessed the wild man's background right away, you're amazing! Here, have a cup of hot water, it's good for your health."
Si Mingri: "..."
Do you think I can't tell you're talking to a puppy like that?! And why are you drinking hot water?! Why would I drink hot water?!
I have my own Coke, okay?
Ultimately, the wheelchair-bound boy's most furious act of retaliation was pressing a button on his wheelchair, which caused a slightly chilled bottle of cola to pop out from the armrest.
He sneered as he opened a Coke bottle in front of the six people across from him who were drinking plain water, and took a big gulp of his "fat otaku happy water".
Gou Fugui: "...!"
Regardless of whether others felt they had lost or not, at that moment he felt he had lost.
Seeing the long-haired youth's sudden envious look, Si Mingri finally felt much better. Then, without adding anything, he explained the grudge between him and Sanchez.
“I was sickly as a child, I was born with illnesses. When I was six years old, my illness had reached the point that almost all hospitals could not cure it. And... my family didn’t have the money to treat me.”
Si Mingri paused here: "Then my father found Dr. Sanchez. He was researching ways to stimulate human potential and find power in blood genes at the time. He was the person most capable of curing my illness, so I went with him."
"He extended my life by ten years. Or rather, he used me as a guinea pig for ten years."
"But during the ten years I was a guinea pig, he and his research team treated me quite well. They even kept emphasizing to me that the doctor had sacrificed a lot for me, and that my life was given to me by the doctor."
"...The doctor did indeed put in a lot of effort to find all sorts of medicinal herbs and plants to try to heal my body. At that time, I was grateful, and even... well, I decided to repay the doctor."
"Perhaps God felt it was a shame that I didn't have a healthy body, so He gave me an overly intelligent brain. I learn everything very quickly. Very quickly."
"When I was almost sixteen, I joined the doctoral research team."
"Then, one day three years ago, the doctor suddenly brought back a golden flower."
"Our research has revealed that the flower contains an incredibly powerful life force. It's a miraculous substance that can correct genetic defects and enhance human potential!"
"When we discovered what was so special about this flower, the entire research team went wild. After all, the significance of this flower would be epoch-making."
"However, there was only one flower at that time. It was not enough for research. We thought we could only continue to study other things with regret, but a month later, the doctor brought back three more flowers, as well as enough seeds and soil to cultivate the golden flower."
"Then we spent a year successfully cultivating the golden flower. During that same year, we also successfully developed the first generation of all-around golden liquid that can comprehensively improve human health and address various health issues."
"However, the effects of the first-generation gold liquid were not significant. People who want to improve their physical condition and treat genetic defects need to take the gold liquid every day in a certain amount for it to work."
"But this is enough to change the history of the entire pharmaceutical industry."
"Sanchez received the world's highest medical award for this."
As Si Mingri spoke, a mocking expression returned to his face. Clearly, everyone now knew that the world's highest medical award should belong to the young man in the wheelchair before them.
If the boy's honor had not been taken away, he would likely have been recorded as an extremely bright star in the history of civilization.
"...There's nothing to regret, Long Hair, don't look at me with that disgusting look!" Si Mingri rolled his eyes angrily at Gou Fugui, who was giving him a look of pity again.
"Since Sanchez extended my life by ten years, giving him this honor is how I repay his kindness! Besides, what does it matter if I lose this one honor? As long as I'm alive, there will be many more in the future."
Si Mingri paused here, then scoffed and changed the subject:
"Anyway, I gave him the honor of the first four generations of Golden Liquid willingly. My hatred for him is not because of honor, money or power, I don't care about these things."
"What I care about is Sanchez's stupidity and greed! And his deception of me from beginning to end and... his ruthlessness in trying to assassinate me three times."
“Those fools only saw the profits from the liquid gold, but failed to notice the problems that arose when the liquid gold was purified and processed to the fourth generation.”
“During the research of the first four generations of liquid gold, I found that mice in clinical trials began to show some negative effects after ingesting more than a certain amount of liquid gold.”
"Basically, it involves mania, excessive excitement, and even bloodlust."
"There was one mouse that left a particularly deep impression on me. That mouse had drunk all the gold liquid from the previous four generations. Under normal circumstances, it should have been old or even dead by then, but it behaved like a young and strong mouse in all aspects."
"And it seemed to know that the liquid gold was a good thing, and it may even have developed some intelligence beyond that of a rodent because of long-term consumption of the liquid gold. One night, it even escaped from its cage and drank a bottle of experimental liquid gold by itself."
Si Mingri recalled what happened that day, and when he thought of this, he actually laughed: "Should I say I'm lucky? I happened to be back in the lab when I saw it had escaped, so I picked it up and put it in the glass cage that was the hardest to open and the most heavily guarded."
"Then I saw that the young and strong rat become agitated and angry after entering the cage, and it rammed into the glass wall with great force. It died when the glass wall was cracked with spider webs from the impact."
"His originally smooth fur instantly became dry, he bled from all seven orifices, and finally his flesh fell off, resulting in a gruesome death."
The wheelchair-bound boy's voice trailed off, his emotions rising: "Such an obvious example of mutation is right before our eyes, yet those guys still don't believe it's a problem with the Golden Liquid!!"
"They used absurd reasons like the fact that humans and mice are different, that humans have much stronger immune systems and genes than mice, and that humans and mice cannot be compared, ignoring my suggestion to stop researching the fifth-generation gold liquid. They even thought that I was finally trying to seize power because I saw the huge profits from the gold liquid!"
"Ha! Ridiculous!! Do they think I care about what they're after?! They've even gone so far as to assassinate me time and time again!"
If it weren't for his mechanical expertise and accidental overhearing of that malicious conversation, he would be dead countless times by now.
"Those stupid, greedy idiots!"
"I just don't want... something beautiful to turn into a disaster! It could have been stopped, it could have been carefully studied and improved or changed!"
"But in the end, beauty gave rise to sin because of greed, and was then watered by folly to blossom."
Si Mingri twitched the corner of his mouth and looked down at his hands: "I've become the fool who opened Pandora's box too."
Therefore, when the fifth-generation liquid gold was launched as planned, he went to Times Square specifically to see the result with his own eyes.
If the worst-case scenario occurs, then he, the creator of all this, should also perish.
Si Mingri, of course, also hoped for good luck.
However, there is never any such thing as luck, only the inevitability of fate.
Gou Fugui sat on the sofa, looking at the boy who was quietly looking down at his hands. This time, the pity and sigh in his eyes were incredibly real.
He earnestly wanted to say something to comfort the boy who had made efforts but was not believed, betrayed, and was suffering from the pangs of conscience.
But before he could speak, a piercing and urgent alarm blared throughout the entire base.
This was followed by an emergency notification from the base:
[Attention all citizens of Yanshi Base and surrounding areas!! Attention all citizens!! Please find cover immediately! Close doors and windows! A group of zombie-like animals has been detected attacking from in front of the base!]
Please hide as fast as you can! Please hide as fast as you can!
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